I told the priest, don't count on any second coming.God got his ass kicked the first time he came down here slumming.He had the balls to come, the gall to die and then forgive us.No, I don't wonder why, I wonder what he thought it would get us.Hey, hey, good bye.Tomorrow Wendy's going to die.

About Me

I'm never going to be famous. My name will never be writ large on the roster of Those Who Do Things. I don't do any thing. Not one single thing. I used to bite my nails, but I don't even do that any more. - Dorothy Parker